Kolors (feat. Smino) - monte booker

Purple sky, 4:44 AM 'Bout to, burn this jay get some Z's Country fried bands in my pants, shawty dance Pop it (pop it), like she dropped it in grease She say "Smino, lately it been so boring Heard you do a lot of exploring" She let me in in the water like chlorine Cleaner than chlorine, lately it feel like a morphine Fame like a drug but your fames like morphine Imminent just make morphine Take a break let me break you off Face, might break her off I'm a fanatic, exotic, all this Europe so erotic Take a break let me break you off Heat it up like Ben and Jones I'm off that duss' and chronic, loud turned up that's Panasonic All learned up shout out my mama I been overseas spreading holy seed Hope for peace, can only hope for peace I been magazine cover posing up No fatigue can't help but notice us from Magnolia to Mongolia Hope the cops don't come approaching us My mans he got ones on him Plus he just got laid off so he move on em Plus we in this mufuh, more lit than four corner She toss me them bikini bottoms And I give her more barnacle Pork in the room, do it like St. Louis do Purple sky, 4:44 AM 'Bout to, burn this jays get some Z's Country fried bands in my pants, shawty dance Pop it (pop it), like she dropped it in grease She say "Smino, lately it been so boring Heard you do a lot of exploring" She let me in the water like chlorine Cleaner than chlorine, lately it feel like a morphine Fame like a drug but your fames like morphine Imminent just make morphine Take a break let me break you off Face, might break her off I'm a fanatic, exotic, all this Europe so erotic Take a break let me break you off Heat it up like Ben and Jones I'm off that duss' and chronic, loud turned up that's Panasonic She ride me, she rolling like a Cadillac Wanna cut it got the battle axe In a few times she rush on the real Put my city right back on the map She bust it, she push it like a bottle rocket Baby I'm not gon' knock it Last thing I do, actually boo I see the passion in you asking if you Ever been down to the Lou Grass got me feeling sport Crown got me feeling royal Chevron Don, off the oil I went from employee to employed Had to get the final degree I grew up real crazy like Orlando bruh They wasn't expecting the key Purple sky, 4:44 AM 'Bout to, burn this jay get some Z's Country fried bands in my pants, shawty dance Pop it (pop it), like she dropped it in grease She say "Smino, lately it been so boring Heard you do a lot of exploring" She let me in the water like chlorine Cleaner than chlorine, lately it feel like a morphine Fame like a drug but your fames like morphine Imminent just make morphine Take a break let me break you off Face, might break her off I'm a fanatic, exotic, all this Europe so erotic Take a break let me break you off Heat it up like Ben and Jones I'm off that duss' and chronic, loud turned up that's Panasonic Today I robbed your dignity Then you drank my identity my love Identity my love Identity my love Excuse me babe but you know they gotta go Should the the pygo to the sygo to the side go

You are never gonna realize and You wanna know the reason why She is just loving goodbyes And every time you start to wonder But every little thing you have got Or every woman you walk by This whole world do not mean a thing Now that you are gone (As I realize, as I realize, as I realize) This whole time I have been dreaming And now you are gone Are you ever gonna realize that You better put yourself aside But it is a matter of time Anyone is trying to tear down Every little dream you have Every one that you could ride This whole world do not mean a thing Now that you are gone (As I realize, as I realize, as I realize) This whole time I have been dreaming And now you are gone As I realize As I realize Cause I realize When you realize When you realize When you realize This whole world do not mean a thing Now that you are gone (As I realize, as I realize, as I realize) This whole time I have been dreaming And now you are gone

You It was a stormy winter I watched the city burn And ever since I can remember That's just the way it hurts And it goes on, and on, and on Like I can never see the pinnacle of it all Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (some more) 'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbing season now La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da And they cut my palms with paper Made from her autumn leaves I'm bleeding out disclaimеrs Into my family tree Fuck the interviews to еnterprise I'd rather look into my mother's eyes And let it be Let it be, yeah Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (some more) 'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbing season now La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da With a sky like this, I drop my top (I drop my top) Pull up on you just like a sock (just like a sock) Come and ride we ain't even gotta talk (we ain't gotta talk) Yeah, yeah, Yebba Yeah, but I was 'posed to make it by now (uh-oh) Yeah, but life threw me in the wrong realm (uh-oh) Yeah, we always got time to do better (uh-oh) Yebba, I was tryna do it right now (uh-oh) And we was growing up in a town (uh-oh) Where they never showed love to the brown (uh-huh) 24 hours ain't enough time (uh-huh) I was fighting, throwing hands with the clock (uh-oh) Never been sweet, no honeycomb (oh, oh) Money gone, granny gone, run along (woah, oh) City burn, pin it on Pentagon (oh, oh) Can't make it up, no Revlon (woah, oh) Shit bubble up, RevRun (oh, oh) Had the episodes, this a re-run (oh, oh) And they tell me, "Go pray to the reverend" Told God that I felt like a stepson (oh) Buy a brand new coupe for the stress, huh Thick thang on the way for the stress, huh Big blunt on the way to my chest lungs Nowadays the distance hit me hard (hit me hard) I admit, I'm addicted to living large (living large) One, three, five, seven, beat the odds (beat the odds) Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (some more) 'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbing season now La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da

No, it ain't a question, not even an issue Nobody knows you like I know ya You grew up on Queen Street Your dad is a gangsta but he's gettin' older You was in love with the street life Used to seein' niggas, tuckin' the heat right Loud parties and street fights Hangin' with the players, got caught in the game Now you're in need of seating, but ain't we all the same? I thought if we make it out alive You might kiss up on my side, yeah (My side, my side) Guess we'll have to wait and see If you'll find your way to me La Lisa La Lisa La Lisa I need ya Right, I'ma stack these upright That's my cuz, so he gangbang But I don't claim shit, nah, no baggage, not even a briefcase You more street than me, but (Nah) Don't leave me strung out this way Get a little ratchet, stay over color, your box Don't tell your daddy, he might go Crayola (I heard the nigga just got out) Hurry up and come outside I got the whip parked, it's 'bout to get dark I'm talkin' Wesley, and we out West, you know it be Sit these niggas on your block And I came through dolo this time, on a solo this time Like CeCe Winans, not whinin', but Not finna play with you, I'm tryna skate with you Like T.I. in the Louis on the couch late at night like Fallon I fall in, she got used to them scripts, yeah, all written Darlin', Miss Lisa, she a moaner So bad, put your ass in the moment Yes, put that on my mama Pour Moët, it's a moment She finally sent to my house Hit the weed and act like a geese, it made me speak Portuguese Didn't even know I could Been wantin' this for a while We keep it between you and me, capisce, ah, Lisa La Lisa La Lisa La Lisa I need ya I can't believe this nigga ain't call me back Ol' Chief Keef head ass, Mekhi Phifer of "8 Mile" lookin' head ass He ain't call me back? (I can't believe this) I bet he don't even write his songs Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout he the king of R&B That nigga can't even move like Usher Ain't Chris workin' on something? (He trippin') Mm-hmm, pssh I thought we had a good time Well I had a good time, that weed was fire bro

Знаешь, про что песня "Дурак и молния" группы "Король и Шут" Я бы посоветовал тебе ее послушать, но Ты все равно этого не сделаешь, так что лучше расскажу: Она про человека, одержимого безумной идеей Идеей обладания тем, чем обладать нельзя Идеей поймать то, что иногда даже трудно увидеть Тем, что ослепит тебя, если ты подойдешь слишком близко И убьет тебя, если дотронешься И над этим человеком смеются все те Кто его окружает Отдают должное его изобретательности Но продолжают хохотать Никто в него не верит И уж точно никто не желает ему удачи Хотя бы потому, что его удача Осветит их собственную трусость и слабость Вот они все... И когда вспышка в очередной раз целует землю Темно-синяя пелена расступается, и ты видишь их лица: Молодые и старые, добрые и злые, умные и глупые - все они здесь И они щурятся, но смотрят, палятся во все глаза А там, на холме, как городской сумасшедший Смешной и страшный стоит дурак В его голове дикими ударами пульса стучит цель Она сушит его губы, дрожит его колени, трясет его руки Колотит его сердце - и для него, всех тех зрителей просто нет И не важно, сможет ли он поймать молнию Превратит ли она его в уголек Или покорно свернется в его ладонях Важно только то, где он, почему и с кем А он там, на вершине холма, потому, что не может по другому И они там только вдвоем: Дурак и Молния